Thrashburn Lyrics

Trashing and crashing, all hope is passing. The tank’s almost empty. Will life be through quickly? Wipe the blood from your nose. Beat in your skull. Wasted, eyes are shot. Over and over the madness builds, the evil stirs. Taken over, never sober. Just sit the fuck down, the time has come now. Your time comes now. Wasted, blood is spilled. Another drink, another line is a brew for death. Come on now to the prison of the forgotten crowd. Will you take these chains and settle in to the house of hell? Bars slammed shut; you'll be taken over. No life, no escape. We'll burn down this evil. Trashing and crashing, the tank’s almost empty. You must decide, "Is this where I lie?"